And then Katie Maurice would have taken me by the hand and led me out into a wonderful place, all flowers and sunshine and fairies, and we would have lived there happy for ever after.
When I went to live with Mrs. Hammond it just broke my heart to leave Katie Maurice.
She felt it dreadfully, too, I know she did, for she was crying when she kissed me good-bye through the bookcase door.
There was no bookcase at Mrs. Hammond's.
But just up the river a little way from the house there was a long green little valley, and the loveliest echo lived there.
It echoed back every word you said, even if you didn't talk a bit loud.
So I imagined that it was a little girl called Violetta and we were great friends and I loved her almost as well as I loved Katie Maurice-not quite, but almost, you know.
The night before I went to the asylum I said good-bye to Violetta, and oh, her good-bye came back to me in such sad, sad tones.
I had become so attached to her that I hadn't the heart to imagine a bosom friend at the asylum, even if there had been any scope for imagination there."
"I think it's just as well there wasn't," said Marilla drily.